Water from the sky!
at last we received a drenching soak.
all across the city sheets of water slid down the streets, soaked into our gardens, and trickled down to thirsty tree roots.
winter has arrived in los angeles with temps in the 60’s and nighttime lows in the upper 40’s.
i covered the bed with a freshly laundered winter blanket. catgirl & catboy are napping on top of it right now by the bedroom window.
i can see patches of blue and rays of sun beaming down through the branches. dappled tree shadows spreading across the porch, in the lane, and covering the patio.
stuff i found in the garage
a box of letters dating back 30 years.
a typed series of journal entries i wrote when i was 37. they end abruptly at a cliffhanger. whaaa? NOOOOOOO! yeah, it’s my life and i should know what happened next. except i don’t damnit!
i’m constantly learning how to be a better diarist by reading old journals of my younger self. when i return to the pages of my journal with pen in hand, i include all the details that feel cumbersome to write, but are deep wells of treasure for my future self.
i found an old christmas card from dear mama moss that i stood up next to a framed photo of her.
more stuff i found:
a box of seashells.
i’m going to take them to school so the kids can sort them, draw them, paint them, research the kinds of animals that made their homes inside.
a big book i made with my 2nd graders many moons ago.
i think my 5th graders will enjoy writing lists of lies. i’ll keep you posted!
feels good to clear the garage clutter. because my living space is only 648 sq. feet the garage had turned into a dumping ground for whatever i didn’t need in the house. but week by week i clear out more and more. by late january i should be able to see the back of the garage and more of the floor.
how are you? keep me posted on your clutter busting adventures, travel plans, unputdownable books, and whatever else you think i need to know.